Opinion - Spiritus inanis
Opinion - Spiritus inanis
Who needs a parachute?
I like to tell the true (-ish) anecdotal story, of the Russian General, during bitter winter fighting of WW2. This true story, that I may have made up, (or at least embellished), (hell if I can remember), features this stalwart Soviet Supremo, in a solemn meeting with American Military advisers. The Russian had apparently run out of parachutes for his airborne para troops, so he was just having his aircraft fly low, and the onboard heroes of the Communist Workers' Paradise? Would be ordered to jump out into Russian snow drifts. Easy-peasy. One advantage being you didn't have to waste time packing parachutes. Oh, and there was never a parachute malfunction to worry about. Just minor stuff. You know, rocks, logs, ice, pissed off polar bears, frostbite. Oh, and Sudden Death. The American military advisers, for their part, were appalled at the losses. they were quoting the fatality rates. Of Russian heroes of the Soviet Union, drilling at one hundred and twenty knots, into snow drifts. To which the Russian General became irritated. With a dismissive wave of the hand, and the wisdom of Vodka, he signaled his contempt with the famous phrase:
"Pah! Means nothing! Kamerads! Let's be honest: Living has one hundred per cent fatality rate!"
I heard this tale many decades ago, or I invented it, (I can't remember), and I adopted the General's admonition as a sort of Mantra.
You know, when you are wind-blasted-cold, poised in the door of a jump aircraft, shivering like a leaf, trying to pretend you really-really want to dive out, headfirst, and furiously chase down, and link up, with the two guys that just went ahead? That Mantra really helps. Or when the helicopter annunciator panel lights up like a Christmas Tree? With a fire warning claxon to boot? That mantra really helps. It aids concentration in meditation. Or when the donkey quits, and there's nowhere to go, but down. You know you are going to obliterate your airplane. So now, repeat the Mantra. "Living has a one hundred per cent fatality rate."
(But if you are super sneaky, like me? You carefully select the softest place to... crash).
And then, one day, as the rounds, uninvited, start eerily whizzing around your favorite head? Or, worse, are aimed at the large Starburst spotlight? That is hanging just below your favorite butt?
(Hm! That didn't sound quite right) Anyway, Repeat the Mantra.
All of which brings me to the perplexing spectacle of too many White Folk making utter fools of themselves. If you want to watch an entire caucus of lightweights, slobbering greedily at the trough, faking sincerity, and, by their actions, mocking my Mantra? Look no further than the posers in Washington. Congressional posers are the dumbest.
Living, my friend, has a one hundred percent fatality rate. Let us respect our brief-brief-brief stay here, let us bow our stubborn heads in awe at all that we -at best- dimly perceive. If we are blessed, and wise, to the best of our abilities? We may yet leave this worldly dimension a trifle, tad, minuscule amount, better & happier, than when we entered upon this cardboard stage. Our White Race is threatened as never before. Targeted openly for destruction. they even put it in writing. Now is not the time to selfishly and greedily dedicate our labors to amassing fleeting fortunes. Shallow moments of vain glory.
Now is the time to muse, in amazement, at the magnificence of the Mind of God.
And serve, as best we can, our fellow Man, and our Creator.
For some reason, basically chronic brainwashing, most of America thinks today's Fascist, or today's National Socialist, must be, by definition, a vicious, low IQ, godless soul. Bereft of Reason, God Fear, or any Hope of Survival from God's wrath.
We must prove them all wrong. We must, by our patient actions, unceasingly seek the betterment of our People. The protection of the vulnerable. And a deep, deep, reverent respect for our amazing Creator.